The big 2 to the 0

Riddle me this...Who am I?

My beginning is the end of start. My middle is a time of which something occurred. My ending is a type of shirt.

Ahhh riddles. They are everywhere. Life is really just one big riddle, getting into a girls pants is a riddle...fortunately enough, I'm very good at riddles. This particular riddle means more to me than the random 'whores', as they prefer to be known as, I pick up every Friday and Saturday night. This riddle holds the key to the story you are about to hear, so really, this blog is riddle within a riddle...

Who am I, I asked. The answer, and the underlying theme and excuse for my disastrous behaviour, is twenty. (t-when-tee)

Last weekend, I turned 20! I know I know, how have I kept my good looks shielded from the evil villain known as aging? Well, that is a story for another time. This story, however, has just begun. Of course, I am not exactly sure of my birth date, back in Mexico when I born, the birth registrar was two towns away and at that current stage our donkey was ill, and my sister, aged only 6, could not pull the carriage that far. She later learnt that the word 'no' is a terrible terrible thing.

As I believe last weekend to be my 20th birthday, I made my way into the city to celebrate with my friends. The turn out was great, but even more exciting than the turn out, was that with this many people, I surely would not have to pay for a drink. Upon enterring the building and demanding free entry as it was my birthday, which I duly recieved, I found myself showered in free drinks. This all makes for an entertaining and cheap night, but also a very drunk Sanchez. A sober Sanchez is ok, a tipsy Sanchez is a bloke you don't mind hanging with, a drunk Sanchez is hilarious, but a very drunk, absolutely sloshed, struggling to stand up straight Sanchez, wow, it's not a pretty sight. After finding my groove in very drunk Sanchez, the night moved along well with a few notable highlights. One, a certain female friend of Sanchez's passing out in toilet. Wow!

Another was the look on the bartenders face after she told me she couldn't find any raspberry for my double black. I quickly filled her in on the finer details as to why she should go find some more raspberry before she gets her ass fired and ends up working on the streets to put her kids through school. Needless to say she didn't go looking for raspberry.

With the night drawing to a close, very drunk Sanchez found himself fancying a bite to eat. With the cabbie pulling into a maccas drive thru, Sanchez was relieved to know that he was seconds away from a delicious cheeseburger. This is how the order went down...

Sanchez: Ummm, hi there, my name is Sanchez, I'll be your customer today, can I get a medium big mac meal (not for me), a large six nugget meal and a cheeseburger.

On the screen, everything came up except for my beloved cheeseburger. This is how I reacted...

Sanchez: Oi! Cheeseburger! Cheeseburger! Cheeseburger! Cheeseburger! Oiiiii!

I did indeed get my cheeseburger, and it was delicious. So that just goes to show, persistance pays off. There you have it ladies and gentleman, Sanchez is 20, but with age does maturity come? I think not. A wise man once said, "Cheeseburger! Cheeseburger! Cheeseburger!"